I dropped off Smokey this morning to get a new windshield, as the Texas Panhandle’s recent cold snap expanded an existing crack into a double cross pattern that stretched all the way across the glass in both directions.
While I was discussing my needs with a shop employee, he looked out the window at Smokey and asked, “Is that a (Toyota) Highlander?”
“Um, no,” I said, trying (and probably failing) not to sound indignant. “It’s a 2009 JEEP Wrangler.”
“Oh, OK,” came the uninterested reply.
I swallowed my ire and handed my key across the counter.